God is in the heart of us
as seed, as core.
And we must peel
the orange’s skin,
feel the paring knife
and its juice run,
in tears,
in trembling joy,
to feel him within.
To know him, not just as Word
or thought,
but as real as the seed in our mouth,
as the core around which the apple
is formed.
God is in the heart of us
that we are not separate or alone.
For God, in the flesh
where pain is felt,
plants himself and reaches out.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
August 2021
“What a blessing to find infinite love, pure divine love, in the heart of grief.”
~Andy Cooney
Living Tree Poetry 